The Wilmingtonian., 1887-04-23
GILL NYE's BLASTED PASS.
The War Between the Press and Il
Railways.

The War Between the Press and tho
Railways.
HUDSON, Wis. April Al arrived here last
week just little ahead Of the biting blasts of
the 1. c. b. BY the l. C. b. l mean to imply
the interstate commission bill
noticed while en- route that the new law
had stimulated travel to a wonderful degree
On my way from the south, where l was
during the winter, noticed that the sluggish
arteries of trade had already begun to palpi-
tate, and crowds of people filled the cars on
every train.
/ said to myself congress has at last solved
this great question of financial stringency
and broken the great dam that held capital
captive. On the Piedmont Air line people
crushed each other together in a mad attempt
to travel. On the Richmond and Danvile
and Il. T., n. and G., as well rs the l.. and N,
humanity crowded day coaches and sleepers
till the walls cracked. At Cincinnati could
not get a sleeping car at all, and l had to
telegraph twenty-four hours ahead to get one
from Chicago. Everywhere, as far as the eye
could reach, there seemed to be wild and
restless desire to get somewhere else Several
companies have to put on extra coaches to
carry the eager tourists.
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last moments of northwestern pass as its
spirit took its flight. Had / postponed my
| journey for single day / would have been
too late.
1t was still young. Life was before it,.
| Barely quarter Of the span of its life had
been passed when it curled up and expired.
1t was cute little thing, with an olive COM
plexion and large, mournful, upper case eyes.
| A few weeks ago l noticed that it did not
look well. 1t did not complain of illness or
pain, but thought detected condition on
its back, and so hurried home in order to be
here in case it should expire. As soon as the
conductor looked at II and felt its pulse he
said that he could do nothing for it. The inter
state commerce law is one OF those things that
will have to be tried before we can pass upon
it, / presume, though some claim that it is
| going to be very difficult to pass upon it even
then. The thought occurred to me just after
the gate keeper pushed me back yesterday
and told me to go and get my ticket.
then first realized %hat it was to be rudely
| ground under the heel of cold corporation
that is devoid of heart, devoid of soul, devoid
of noble thoughts, devoid of refined instincts,
devoid of kind impulses, devoid of milk of
human kindness, devoid Of bowels of compass
sion.
| rum lplCt VI Hublt L NulhGu up W Lne Bhte
with joyous nod and the old password, only
to be coldy repulsed by the hired bouncer of
this heartless, soulless, impulseless, milkless
and bowelless corporation.
But the railroads will get the worst of it,
for know that travel OH some Of the lines
has fallen Off since April /. l can see it
already. | have fallen off myself since the lst
of the month and others will do the same
That is not all A friend of mine who runs
paper, and whose pass got the hollow horn
on Friday last, says that his columns are now
open to those who wish to complain of the
management of this road. He states that the
first hot box will be duly chronicled, and that
he will no longer close his eyes to the wrongs
we have heretofore suffered at the hands Of
this unjust and ruthless vampire that has
been sapping the very foundation Of our in
stitutions and smearing its long dark trail
with the remnants of our best milch cows,
reluctantly paying for them the price set at
the tail of an unjust and enervating trial by
a corrupt, venal and drivelng jury.
He says that "the time has come for the
press to arise and assert ITSELF and when the
train runs off the track and kills a lot OF
people who have led exemplary lives, his pa.
per will hereafter tell why and how it was
done. Heretofore he has not had sufficient
help in the office, he claims, and he fire.
quently ran short Of type, but now he is 20
ing to give all the particulars of the first
smash up that occurs on the rond if the paper
falls into the relentless NAV of a sheriffs sale
on the following week, York World,